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Its a sunny Saturday morning. I’m sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal while the kids play with their dad in the living room. Laughter is floating throughout the house. I’m at that table, with tears pouring down my face, reading your Wired story “Where is my Brother”.

I can’t even imagine how tough it is to research and write these details so beautifully, giving voice to those who didn’t have one. Thank you for what you do. I hope to one day figure out what I can do do make a difference like you have.